Post-shower’s when they pinion my attention most
As beholding a toddler’s stage of discovery,
Alternating ‘tween exasperating and profound
Errant, defiant, independent, they stand up
Refusing to be soothed
Refusing to be ignored
Demanding my consideration.
Reminds me to forsake any illusion of control.
Wonder holds some sway.
Like the wonder of watching a wee one walk on tentative legs,
The beginning of such a crown – these gray hairs –
Whisper as much; “how have I come this far?”